My story with several older women----

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The Story of Me and Several Older Women—

To
this day, I still don't know why I got involved with these seemingly unrelated women. They were what the industry calls respectable mature women, the youngest being forty-eight and the oldest sixty. Some had good social standing, some had good reputations, and some were considered unromantic. In short, they seemed to have nothing to do with sex, but given the right environment, the impossible became possible.

My unexpected
encounter with Ani was a serendipitous one. She lived in Langcheng, 80 kilometers from my city. One summer, I was in another city on business and arrived in Langcheng in the evening. It was getting dark and a little rainy, so I looked for a hotel to stay in. I met Ani on the street near the hotel. She seemed to be close to fifty at the time. Her husband had been my colleague, but he had passed away from a serious illness. She had returned to Langcheng with her child. We exchanged pleasantries, and I asked about her child. She said her child was in college, and now her life consisted of only one thing: playing mahjong.
Ani was a round-faced woman with fair skin and the typical face of a middle-aged woman. Time had etched many lines on her face, but her constant smiling gave her a kind expression. "Don't stay at the shop, come to my house," Ani said warmly when I met an old acquaintance in Langcheng. This put me in a bit of a dilemma. I thought, what would people say if a strong, middle-aged man stayed at the home of a fifty-year-old single woman, who wasn't even a relative? But she insisted on the invitation, and I didn't want to refuse. So I went to her house.
Ani's house was her husband's old house, a detached dwelling with a narrow alley in front. After entering the living room, she took off her coat and said she was going to cook. This gave me some time to think about Ani. Her husband and I used to work in the same office. She never came to the office until one day, when her husband was seen arguing with someone at work. I cautiously asked, "What happened to you?" He just shook his head and didn't say anything. Curiosity made me press him. He then said, "What I'm telling you, you must never tell anyone else." I swore a solemn oath. He said that last night, when he and his wife were making love, Ani called out another man's name during her orgasm. Although he knew before they got married that Ani wasn't a virgin, because he wasn't either—they were both sent to the countryside during the Cultural Revolution and had a relationship there—he also knew that Ani had more than one man and had a very strong sex drive, never stopping until three or four times a night. After they got married, Ani never had sex with other men, and their sex life was normal. But he still couldn't accept that she suddenly called out another man's name. When pressed, Ani said that she was particularly vigorous tonight, somewhat like her ex-boyfriend, so she called out the name. I remember praising him at the time: "Old Huang, you don't exercise normally, but you become an athlete in bed." He gave a wry smile. From then on, I started to pay attention to Ani. In winter, she was like a rolled-up quilt, but in summer, she was like a rolling ball of white flesh. She liked to wear shorts and t-shirts in the summer, and she was chubby all over. Some people said privately that you might not be able to find the entrance when you went to bed with Ani because she was so fat that you couldn't even distinguish her buttocks in two; she was a complete round ball. After her husband passed away, she returned to Langcheng for work, and I helped her find a car to take them there.
Then we ate, chatted, and watched TV. Her house didn't have air conditioning, and an old-fashioned fan often lifted her blouse, revealing her round, deep belly button. I took off my blouse, shirtless, and asked if she wasn't hot. She said she always went shirtless at home and would take a shower if she got hot. Suddenly, I had an idea and asked if she wanted to take a shower now. She laughed and said it wasn't appropriate to shower with guests at home. I said it was okay, she could shower if she got hot, and I shouldn't let my presence in her house affect her habits. So I stood up and said, "If you won't shower, I will." At that moment, I already had the idea of finding a way to sleep with this woman who seemed to have trouble finding her way to bed. Actually, I later learned that she had been thinking about it for a while.
While I was showering, this idea was still just a thought; my penis was slightly erect, the glans not yet exposed from the foreskin, and the cool water felt like a gentle caress. Suddenly, a pair of fat hands wrapped around my waist, and several fat fingers began to stroke my penis. That idea, which had only been a thought, became a reality.
Annie wasn't just fat; her belly, breasts, and genitals formed three fleshy bulges that jiggled with her movements. She almost had no neck; her large head rested directly on her thick shoulders. Her weight made her hairless armpits incredibly sexy, emanating a sweaty, acidic scent. When we pressed ourselves face-to-face, I pinned her against the wall, as if pressing her against a Simmons mattress—incredibly soft. My hands moved from her fleshy back down to her buttocks; the contact between my hands and flesh was like the contact between my hands and water. I slowly squatted down, my face pressing against her chest as I moved downwards. Her breasts, like two water bags, trembled and moved across my chest. Her nipples were large, with a few dark hairs. A deep navel adorned her protruding belly. Her pubic hair was the sparsest I'd ever seen on a woman; it was almost like the pubic area of a young girl, with a few soft hairs suddenly growing out. Below that were her thick thighs and calves.
I want to emphasize her genitals. At first glance, they appear as just a slit, their color as white and delicate as her body, unlike some young women whose skin is quite fair but whose genitals become dark, almost like another race. Annie's genitals had to be spread quite wide to reveal her labia minora, which were practically two small, protruding pieces of flesh. Because they were deeply buried within her plump labia majora, they retained a fresh, tender color. Due to the deep slit, there were some white discharge particles inside, emitting a strong, musky odor. My tongue couldn't find her clitoris at all; it was buried under thick flesh. After several attempts, I finally found that thing called the clitoris, hard and very red and tender. After stroking it with my tongue, her body began to shake violently. "Don't be too rough—I—can't take it—" At the same time, her hand stroking my penis quickened its pace, almost making me ejaculate.
So, we went to the sofa in the living room, laid her on her back with her legs spread wide and raised as high as possible so that my penis could penetrate deeper. My penis slid down along the fleshy crevice, the wet sensation like a hard penis suddenly finding its way in, sliding in with a satisfying texture. Her vagina felt like a child's mouth enveloping my penis, the fleshy texture incredibly firm yet not too loose. As I began to thrust in and out, she made sounds. When the thrusting intensified, her moans were like a boatman's call, rising and falling. Soon I felt I couldn't take it anymore and slowed down. She murmured, "Don't stop—don't—don't stop—"
Annie's vagina was full of vaginal fluid, but it didn't overflow. My penis felt like it was in warm water inside, immediately providing a comfortable relief from ejaculation. I pulled out my penis and stroked her plump belly. Annie's eyes were somewhat glazed, and she said in a girlish voice, "Continue—" I pushed my penis down and started moving again. Soon I was about to ejaculate, pulling out my penis and splashing it on her belly. "So dirty—" she said, a little unsatisfied. "I'm afraid you'll get pregnant," I said with a smile. "Pregnant my foot, I've long since stopped ejaculating."
Then I asked her to use her mouth to get my penis hard again, but she shook her head and said, "I can't," resolutely refusing. She just quickly masturbated with her hand, and my penis quickly regained its erection. She lay on the sofa, her white buttocks facing me. I forcefully spread her buttocks with my hands, finally seeing her purple anus and red vaginal opening. After inserting, each impact against her buttocks felt like hitting a sponge, extremely comfortable. Once I felt comfortable, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated again. She reluctantly continued masturbating, but my penis wouldn't get erect again. That night I slept on top of her all night. When my penis was erect again in the morning, I inserted it again for over half an hour, but she seemed unable to reach orgasm. I had to catch my train, so I hurriedly got up, washed, and left Langcheng. After that, although we had sex several times, she never reached orgasm. She said, "Forget it, it seems it's not your problem, it's mine. I always feel like I'm about to orgasm but can't." We never saw each other again after that. I heard she later went to a temple to eat vegetarian food. (The last sentence appears to be a separate, unrelated

After the company's annual meeting desserts
Zixin is a senior executive at our company's provincial headquarters. She returned from studying abroad, and I often watched her on the provincial TV station. I met her in person at the annual meeting one year. Her arrival even attracted the attention of the municipal government's relevant leaders, who also attended the company's annual meeting. Actually, she wasn't as young as she appeared on TV. Her real age was forty-eight. She was very thin, about 1.7 meters tall, but thankfully not frighteningly so. Her hands seemed to be nothing but skin and bones, with no flesh visible, covered in prominent veins. Because of her thinness, she had many fine lines on her face, which made her rarely smile, perhaps afraid that a smile would show her wrinkles. I should say that if she were ten years younger, she would be a very beautiful woman; after all, time waits for no one.
The annual meeting was very lively, so I won't go into details. When the company leaders introduced me, it was quite unusual. They said I was nearly forty and unmarried, enjoying my single life. Zixin looked at me with a strange expression and said, "A happy bachelor." I smiled and said, "Just a leftover man." When we shook hands, her hand was hard and icy cold. She gripped my hand firmly, gave another strange smile, and then chatted and laughed with others.
I don't know how I ended up at a bar with her that night. It was late, and all the married people left without saying goodbye, leaving just her, the company staff, and me. She moved closer to me, her breath reeking of alcohol, and asked, "Anything else?" I said, "What else would you like to do?" She whispered in my ear, "The Carnal Prayer Mat." I didn't understand, looking completely bewildered. She pinched my waist, and then it dawned on me. I nodded repeatedly. We then announced the end of the event and went to rest.
Zixin was staying in a deluxe private room, which had a living room and a bedroom. As soon as we entered the room, she kicked off her shoes and danced on the carpet, asking if it looked good. Then she asked me to help her take off her clothes. I'd seen thin people before, but never one this thin; you could almost see every bone in her body. She asked if I wanted to see the White Bone Demon, and then took off her bra and embroidered panties. Her breasts were practically just two nipples, very dark in color, and the hair under her arms was shaved clean, leaving a bluish tinge. Her belly was covered with bluish veins, and her pubic hair, almost reaching her navel, spread out to both sides. She also had thick body hair on her arms and thighs.
She turned the TV to a music channel, which happened to be playing light music, creating a warm atmosphere. We embraced and kissed, both of us reeking of alcohol, so we didn't care about the smell. After kissing for a while, she pressed my head down until it reached her genitals. Her pubic hair was stiff as gold threads, rubbing against my face and causing a slight sting. When my lips touched her clitoris, her whole body stiffened and became rigid. Her clitoris was the largest I had ever seen, like a peanut. The clitoral hood couldn't even cover this peanut-shaped clitoris; its color had probably become very dark from frequent touching. Her two large, dark labia were shiny, and because she hadn't washed her genitals, the entire area emitted a strong odor of urine and stench. Later, she said she liked to convey this smell to men to arouse their sexual desire. Bullshit!
As I began to lightly lick her clitoris with my tongue, she kept making sounds like "clitoris—both sides of the labia—vaginal opening—go in a little—go down a little more—oh oh—near the anus—" Damn it, she was using such proper terminology to instruct me while enjoying my service. Soon, her hands tightly gripped my head, pressing it against her genitals, making it hard for me to breathe. She cried out, "It's terrible—it's terrible—" Then a gush of urine gushed from her vagina. Many people call this vaginal fluid, but to hell with vaginal fluid! It's just a woman's inability to hold her urine during orgasm.
Zixin is a woman who orgasms easily. She told me that when she was young, she didn't know what orgasm was until after her divorce, when she began to experience it herself. From then on, she could easily reach orgasm. When my hand caressed her hairy anus, less than five minutes after her first orgasm, she wriggled her hips, indicating that I could insert my fingers into her anus. I slowly inserted my fingers. Unlike other parts of her body, her anus wasn't readily visible; it was buried deep beneath her buttocks, with hair extending all the way up to the cleft of her buttocks. Her dark anus stood out starkly against the backdrop of pubic hair. The thrusting was slow, the vaginal fluid lubricating her anus, and I could feel contractions on my fingers. Soon she cried out again, "Oh no! Oh no!!" Another stream of urine flowed out, and she gasped for breath, as if she'd run a 10,000-meter race, saying intermittently, "Let's take a shower first."
Our shower was quick; we seemed eager to move on to the next step. Lying on the bed in the deluxe private room, I began kissing her from head to toe: her thin face, slender neck, almost fleshless breasts, flat stomach, bony, dark genitals, and long, thin legs. Turning her over, I noticed that only her buttocks still had some flesh—firm, firm flesh. “Why don’t you gain some weight? Women need to have some meat on their bones.” As I said this, my fingers were moving inside her wet vagina. She moaned with pleasure, wriggling her hips. Her vagina was like a gate, only the entrance was tightly closed, but inside it was quite spacious. After a while, she got up and took out a photo from her bag. It was of a very voluptuous woman. “It took me ten years to become like this. Women need to have distinctive features. Have you ever had sex with a very thin woman?” These words made my penis incredibly hard, and I rushed into her vagina. She laughed and scolded, “Why are you in such a hurry at your age?” But her expression was clearly very satisfied. The varying speed of my thrusts made her very happy, and soon she had another orgasm, urinating. I, however, remained unhurried, wanting her to reach a second orgasm before ejaculating. This time, I used a deep and shallow thrusting motion, making her scream with pleasure, contracting as she screamed. My penis wasn't long or thick, but the glans was as big as a child's fist, which allowed me to clearly feel the rhythm of her vaginal contractions. Soon, she had another orgasm, her urine soaking the sheets. The bed was wet, but neither of us cared. I pulled my penis out and offered it to her mouth. She took it in, mumbling, "How can such a small penis have such a big glans?" Her oral skills were superb, using both her tongue and lips, never letting her teeth touch my penis. I ejaculated within minutes. She spat the semen onto her palm, smeared it on her face, and gave a childlike smile. That
night, we were constantly in a half-asleep, half-awake state, embracing when asleep and making love when awake. She orgasmed several times, each time spraying urine, filling the entire room with the stench of urine. Before dawn, she wanted me to get up and leave, saying it was too late and others might see and it would be bad for her. Damn it, she's a whore and still putting on a show. I asked her, "Why do you orgasm so easily with just a little stimulation?" She laughed and said, "It's trained, just to make myself feel better."
After a night of this, I ejaculated multiple times and was so exhausted I wanted to take a few days off, but the company boss said Zixin had to attend a business meeting. I had no choice but to force myself to go. I saw Zixin sitting on the chairman's seat, chatting and laughing freely, showing no signs of fatigue from the previous night's ordeal, but she wouldn't even glance at me. The

"Golden Years" Trip's Success :
In the summer, the company organized a trip for a group of retiring employees, called the "Golden Years Trip." I accompanied them as a staff member. The participants were all men and women in their sixties, seven people in total (three men and four women).
On the trip, I was responsible for taking care of four older women, handling their food, accommodation, transportation, shopping, and sightseeing. One day, we arrived in Zhangjiajie. The hotels were all full, so I had to stay in the hallway. That night, I was sound asleep when someone patted me. I opened my eyes and saw it was Sister Qiu, the company accountant. She was exactly sixty years old and would retire at the end of the year. She usually had a serious and dignified professional image, and the younger employees rarely interacted with her. But she was also the focus of young people's gossip, with comments like, "Sister Qiu is sixty years old, but has the figure of a thirty-year-old," and "Big breasts and a big butt are words specifically created for her." A woman like Sister Qiu might not seem like much at first glance, but upon closer inspection, she's incredibly alluring. When I was bored, I'd see her and wonder what she was like in bed, but I never really thought about it deeply. Once, the men's restroom at the company was broken, so I went to the women's restroom to pee. When I was almost finished, Sister Qiu came in. I quickly pulled my penis back in, but the glans was too big and got stuck on my pants. She saw the shiny glans sticking out, and she said, "What bad luck," and left.
"Young man, you're working too hard. Come sleep in my room."
"Isn't that inappropriate? I—"
"You're about the same age as my son, and you're still thinking about these things."
"This will disturb your and Lao Zhang's rest."
"It's okay, Lao Zhang went to see her old comrade-in-arms and won't be back tonight."
At her repeated invitations, I sleepily followed her to her room. Her room had a distinctively old woman's scent—a mixture of fragrance, stench, and decay. Exhausted, I lay down on Old Zhang's bed and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, needing to urinate, I got up and saw her sitting on the bed practicing qigong, wearing a large undershirt that seemed to be barely covering her. Hearing a sound, she turned around, revealing two dark spots on the front of her white undershirt and a dark shadow at the base of her legs. I smiled at her and went to the bathroom to urinate, but she followed me in. "Did you intentionally show me your glans that day?" Her eyes were fixed on my glans.
"That day—no—you get out—"
"My child is about your age, what are you embarrassed about?" She leaned against the sink, examining my glans as if studying it, making it impossible for me to urinate.
"Can't pee? I'll help you." She came over and gently stroked my penis and testicles. Her hands were soft, and it felt incredibly good. I cried out, "You—" She covered my mouth with her finger, "Don't make a sound, just follow me." Her words made me feel like I was possessed, and I continued with her.
Qiu Jie's skin was pale yellow. Her body was somewhat plump, but not obese. She had huge breasts, with areolas the size of a tea leaf, but her dark purple nipples were very small, unlike those of someone who had breastfed. Back in bed, we were already naked and embracing. I told her to turn on the lights so I could see her body. She said it was fine, what was there to see in an old woman like me? I said it was precisely because I was an old woman that it was so interesting, I had to see it clearly and thoroughly. All the lights in the room were on, the door was locked, and the windows were closed. Her body had a special charm under the light, surrounded by a pale yellow halo. Her dyed hair had gray roots showing, her round face and full neck were covered with fine lines, but her protruding belly was smooth and soft. Beneath a sparse pubic hair was a clitoris of moderate size, and her labia were dark gray with some grayish-white pubic hair growing on either side of the labia majora. Her vaginal opening was very large; I could fit three fingers in and still feel comfortable. Sister Qiu had a very beautiful bottom, unlike some older women's sagging buttocks; it was elastic, and the flesh trembled when I lightly patted it. When I approached her genitals, there was a scent of soap, indicating she had washed herself thoroughly beforehand. The moment my hand touched her clitoris, vaginal fluid flowed out, flowing directly onto her hemorrhoid-covered anus. It was rare for someone her age to be so aroused. She silently writhed, already very excited. I said, "If you want to moan, just moan." She said, "Don't worry about that, just do what you want."
While I was caressing her, her hand never touched my penis. I asked why she didn't touch it. She said she didn't want me to ejaculate too quickly. But I was already rock hard, so I thrust in straight in. "Ugh------" came a deep, muffled sound, like it came from deep water. I've mentioned before that my glans is very large, and it felt great inside her vagina. She was panting as she said that her husband's penis was long but not thick, so he often used his hands to spread her vagina open to see the internal structure. Even on his deathbed, he wanted her to spread her vagina open for him to see, and he closed his eyes while looking at her vagina.
After more than ten minutes of thrusting, her vagina became a little dry, and she told me to pull out my penis. She lay on her side, letting me insert it from behind, constantly reminding me, "Slowly, don't rush----" My face was against a pale yellow fleshy back, my hands caressing her soft breasts. My penis was thrusting in and out of her loose vagina, not very stimulating, but I didn't want to stop. I thrust like this for another ten minutes or so, gradually becoming sleepy, but my body was still performing mechanical movements. That day was very strange. Without any stimulation, my penis remained rock hard, still capable of mechanical thrusting, until over an hour later when she suddenly cried out, "I---came---!" I was still thrusting. I
didn't intend to ejaculate that day. When I asked her to try different positions, she said she couldn't, and even asked me to thrust sideways. Finally, we were both exhausted. I pulled out my penis and let her masturbate me, while she used her lubricant to give me a handjob. Even when I was fully erect and ready to ejaculate, she continued masturbating slowly, watching me ejaculate stream after stream of semen. She smelled the semen and said it smelled wonderful.
As dawn approached, I got hard again and asked her if we could do it again. She said no, this time would be enough for her for six months.
The trip continued, but she never gave me another chance to relive that night.

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